Third person povDelilah didn’t bother knocking on the heavy mahogany door of Calix’s study. She simply pushed it open, stepped inside, and closed it with a firm thud that was louder than any knock.Calix was seated behind his massive, tidy desk, one hand already reaching for a scotch glass, his face filled with tension. He looked up from his laptop, brows furrowed in confusion. “Delilah, is everything okay?”“No,” she snapped as she marched inside.Calix blinked, taken aback. He leaned back in his chair instinctively, as if bracing himself for a storm. “What then is the problem?” he asked, his voice already defensive.“I just spent the last thirty minutes with our daughter, and I can’t stand how miserable she looks. You handled that situation very poorly, Calix.” Delilah began, her tone so sharp and lacking the usual wifely deference that he instantly stopped reaching for the glass, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.Calix pushed back from the desk, his jaw tightening. “I handle
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